From Robert Krieger:
"My mind is one of the most surreal and unforgettable fantasy-horror instruments for me, since I was 3 years old its mythic connections and allegorical import to a world of wonders and fears; of beauty and intensity...
I was very very little when I first heard my Grandma playing organ and harp
into the darkness of a forgotten cottege house in the middle of nothing
and I still sence those haunting, dream-like shimmering nerves crawling my spine.
I was never interested by playing any instrument, until my granfather
started to populate my mind with ornately rendered symbol-soaked gothic fairytales he made up and he made me belive, for each time he sat me down and made me learn something new I always was puzzled by the ambiguous status of various thresholds and the mysteriousness of awakening sensuality into something innocent (in this case my own persona) or conflicting desires and duplicity into knowing if my instruments were part of me or just lovers who came to me with seductive notes maybe as the hypnotic harpsichord, the crystalline of guitars, the simply stunning piano or just understanding ukulele early summer light sparkling on water and illuminating the pastoral landscape of this wicked Finland.
I always thought there was a dark, decaying, cobweb-strewn crypts inside me,
I think one day I might transform in the blink of an eye and become a different persona and forget all the things about my present and start all over again.
But at the time I was plunged into the strange world of adult desire, I decided to shelter my strange little innocent elf being into a cage and sometimes I used to think about it for hours lingering with fetishistic fascination on his mouth, face and hair and trying to protect it with its terrible and intriguing secrets.
With this recent work with Massimo, I had to spend many moments just thinking
about an old the glockenspiel before playing to bring that aural motif that represents the live and death of my imaginary pixie, who's an associative poetic structure of every song played.
"Hila & Maraba" sustain my now vampire and empty heated life, to a point in which I can see a masked figure wearing a black cloak everytime I look myself in the mirror... I take it as a the breadcrumb path, into what people might feel by psychoanalytic-based ideas of the unconscious as a reservoir of enigmatic overdetermination, dissemblement and creativity in an intriguing masquerade of desire and self-tailored burgeoning sexuality."